Category Archives: Life In General

on course

Did you ever have a moment where you thought to yourself that you might want to change everything about yourself?  I used to get these all the time. I would be doing whatever it was I was doing and suddenly contemplate if what I was doing was right or even if it was worthwhile doing and where was all of this leading to?  Pretty disheartening but I had no over arching plan.

Part of the problem I think was that I did not realize the need for long-term goals to fall back on.  That is what these goals are for after all.  To give you something to look forward to during those long periods of time when you can’t see what the point is anymore.  To check your progress against a master list to see if this really is worthwhile doing.

But lets face facts.  when I was younger I did not think in the really long-term.  Unfortunately that is all too common for younger people.  But that isn’t something new or unique to my generation or even just me.  That’s been around for ages.  Those folks that have the gift of having the forethought to plan out their futures in minute detail are the ones that make it in this life.  They can put off immediate gratification for the sake of “the plan” and that’s something special in this life.

Took me a while to figure it out.  Know what I really like about all this planning?  Putting these individual parts out there and seeing how they fit together.  But equally enjoyable is actually deploying them and seeing “the plan” come together.

Things are going remarkably well if I do say so myself.  That’s when things usually fall apart, right?  Maybe they will, but that’s what the well thought through goals are for.  To prevent that from happening or to have a backup in case something happens.

incompatible

So I was in a large bookshop the other day just rummaging around in the travel section and reading up on vacation spots around the world when I see a former date over in the romance novels isle.  I didn’t exactly hide but neither did I go up to her.  She was not the worst date ever but we had definite compatibility issues.

Back in 2005 a mutual acquaintance introduced me to Betty (not her real name of course).  She was 20 at the time and was in college and seemed fairly bright and mature.  So I finally got round to asking her out and gave her the choice of where to go.  She picked this “Chinese” restaurant where the food was microwaved and the decor came out of a Pier One catalog.  Midway through dinner she mentioned that she had promised to meet up with her friends at a club and wouldn’t it be fun to do that?

So off to the club we went.  It was called polly esthers.  A 70s style disco where the 20something crowd hung out and danced.

This was ironic for two reasons, One, none of them had even been alive in the 70s, and two, the club had given up on disco and was mostly playing modern stuff.

So we get to the club and her friends turn out to be mostly younger guys.  I made a valiant effort to dance but I’m just not a dancer so I quickly desisted and hung out at the bar while Betty was on the dance floor with her friends doing shots and boogieing down.  After a while I decided this wasn’t for me and told her I was taking off.  She said she was going to stay and grab a ride home with her friends.

Couple weeks pass and she calls me up and says she wants to make it up for the dance club and wants to go out again.  So we settle on dinner and a movie.  I took her to one of the better Vietnamese restaurants so she could sample real Asian cuisine and she didn’t like that.  Something bout too spicy.

I tried to come up with some topics of mutual interest but I was coming up with little to nothing at all to talk about.  Her interests mainly centered around contemporary music, TV, and celebrities.

Then we headed off to the movie that she picked.  This was one of those Jennifer Aniston romantic comedy movies (Ok we get it Jennifer, your marriage sucked).  We settled in and the previews came on.  One of the previews was for the 20th anniversary of “Back to the future“.

I commented “Wow, I was a kid when this came out”, she commented “Wow, I wasn’t even born back then”  and that’s when I realized I had made a horrible mistake.

Betty was cute enough but there wasn’t really all that much common ground there between us and the age difference didn’t help things.  So after the movie we ended the night on a fairly muted note.

Luckily she started dating some other guy and that was the end of my involvement with her.  I was honestly happy for her and for myself.  We could have continued dating but I don’t think anything positive would have come of it.

Back in the present she picked out some romance novel and headed off to pay for it without noticing me.  I buried my nose in a travel guide for New Zealand.

remodeling

Phase 1 remodeling 2013

Phase 1 remodeling 2013

 

I just started phase 2 of my long-term home remodeling project; the kitchen, laundry, and half bathroom.  Next year it will be the stairs and the second floor.

This house wasn’t a bad buy back in the Fall of 2008 but it also wasn’t exactly what I wanted either. One thing that immediately struck me were the carpets.  The previous owner had put in new carpets to bump up the value of the home to prospective buyers.  I knew from experience how quickly carpets could get dirty and sure enough after a few years they looked terrible.

I was all set to start remodeling in 2011 when the great Texas drought ruined my foundation and all plans had to be put on hold till I got that sorted out.  Call that Phase 0 remodeling.  In many ways that was even harder to take as the repairs took the better part of a month to finish.  Then in 2012 I had to replace the air conditioner.

But I finally got around to doing the first floor last year.  I was extremely pleased with the results but I realized that the linoleum in the kitchen looked terrible next to the new wood floors and it had to go next.  I had several other changes that I not only wanted but needed to make so that this would truly become my home.

It’s not just a matter of making the place look better, but of actually making it more functional and an appealing place to be in.

We often think of houses as inert pieces of the background but in many ways a home is a living breathing entity that needs to have care and maintenance lavished upon it to keep it living and working properly.  It’s not cheap or easy but it is worth it in the long-term.

It’s always a daunting process when the day arrives and the work crew starts working on your home.  Up to that point I don’t think you really realize that people are going to be literally tearing into your living space with hammers and crowbars.

Once the process starts however you feel better and as the old is ripped away and replaced with the new you start getting a sense that things are going to be much better once it’s done.

I can’t wait for the last of the major remodeling projects to be done next year.  I will finally feel that I’m home.

 

Noblesse Oblige, not just for the holidays

Noblesse Oblige, or the nobility’s obligation.  The idea is basically that those that have more than others have an obligation to share the wealth as it were.  If you found yourself in the enviable position of having more that you have a duty to use that good fortune to improve the lot of those less fortunate.

It’s an ancient concept.  All the major religions have something similar.  The Greeks and Romans considered it part of the upper classes duty to do something for those that didn’t have enough.  The concept even extends to our modern times.  After all, any kid can quote the line from the movie Spiderman “with great power comes great responsibility.

So it’s not all that alien.  But you don’t have to be a superhero or a filthy rich millionaire to do this.  We live in the richest, most powerful country in the world.  In fact in the history of the entire planet.  We have resources, education, and access to information that was undreamed of even a couple of decades ago.  So even the poorest of us can do something to improve the life of someone else.

The holidays are a perfect time for this concept and many people do take the time to do something nice.  But it would be nice if people practiced this all year round.

I’m sure that every town in the US has a food pantry for homeless people or a shelter.  Clean out those closets and get rid of some of that old clothing that doesn’t fit any more or that you don’t like.

Twenty bucks, just scrape together 20 bucks and go to the supermarket and buy some food (and not pumpkin pie mix or canned artichokes)

Volunteer a Saturday morning or an evening at an animal shelter.  Animals need your help too.

If you live online like I do then try a crowdfunding website like Kiva or Kickstarter.

It really doesn’t take all that much to make someone’s crappy day go from bad to bearable.  And you don’t have to do it because you’re a saint or a Dudley do right that says their prayers every night and goes to bed at 8PM or a high society matron that’s trying to get a tax write off.

You can be the most irresponsible party animal in the world, you can drink and smoke with the best of them the rest of the year, but for just for a couple of hours for one day, just do this one thing.

Just do it because it’s the right thing to do.

Conspiracies II

Filibustering is defined today as long-winded speeches by politicians mainly done to annoy opponents from rival political parties.  Back in the 19th century it was much different.

Filibusters were adventurers, men right of a comic book legend that went out and founded empires and made their own destinies.  Today we will review two of them from American history.

Aaron Burr

In 1805 former vice president Aaron Burr was a broken man.  He had dueled and killed Alexander Hamilton, one of the most popular men in America.  He was shunned by society, he was out of office, and he was nearly bankrupt.

But 19th century America was a land of opportunity and new beginnings and Burr sought his new beginning out west.  Back then of course out west meant Ohio and the Louisiana purchase.

Burr met with two men.  One was General James Wilkinson, a crooked army officer in charge of the army post in New Orleans, the other man was Harman Blennerhasset, an exiled Irish lord that set up an estate on an island on the Ohio river.

The three men decided that they would invade Mexico, which was then much larger and included Texas, California, and the southwest.  Using  a small army they would seize the frontier and set up their own country.  They began gathering men and weapons on Blennerhasset’s island and had nice little army ready by 1806.

However, fate stepped in.  Wilkinson as well as being crooked, was a spy for hire and he decided to cash in by telling the Spanish about the plot and to tell his own government as well and make himself look good in the process.

So the governor of Ohio called out the state militia and captured the island.  Burr was put on trial for treason.  Using every political favor he was owed and his own brilliant legal mind (he was after all one of the best lawyers in North America at the time) he was able to get an acquittal.

In his later life as he lay dying in Staten Island he heard about the Texas revolution taking place in 1836 and said “What was treason in my heart 30 years ago is now patriotism”.

William Walker

One of the most amazing and capable Americans ever, was born in Tennessee in 1824.  William Walker was a gifted student.  He excelled in all his studies and graduated from the University of Nashville (a precursor of Vanderbilt University) at age 14.  He then went on to study medicine and received a medical degree in Philadelphia.  Later on he traveled to New Orleans and studied law.  He soon got bored with these pursuits and in 1849 he joined the gold rush in California.

But soon even this adventure was not enough for him and he was soon working as a reporter in San Francisco,  One night sitting in a bar and talking to friends he came up with the idea of invading the west coast of Mexico.

With 45 men he invaded Baja California and captured the capital and declared the free republic of Sonora.  The Mexican government took notice and sent a force to kick him out.  Back in the US he was charged with inciting a war but such was his charm that a jury took only 8 minutes to acquit him.

He wasn’t done yet.  He had a bigger bolder plan.  Nicaragua was in the middle of a civil war and needed mercenaries.  Walker assembled a force of 300 men and landed in Nicaragua.  Once there he defeated the federal army and set up a local as president.  Walker ruled in all but name.

He angered the locals by re-establishing slavery and trying to impose English as the official language.  Walker’s idea was to expand his newly won empire around the Gulf and establish what was known in the South as the “Golden Circle”.  A ring of slave owning states and countries around the Gulf Of Mexico that included the Old South, Mexico, Cuba, and northern South America.

The local Nicaraguan people resented being made unwilling pawns in Walker’s grandiose plans.  This resentment soon boiled over and a rebellion to oust Walker soon began to take shape and got support from other Central American nations.

Walker got in contact with Cornelius Vanderbilt to set up a route to cross passengers from ships in the Atlantic to the Pacific ocean.  This would make millions for Vanderbilt.  But Walker got greedy and tried to offer the same deal to Vanderbilt’s rivals.

Angered by this, Vanderbilt got the US government to declare Walker a pirate and he also funded the Nicaraguan rebels to kick Walker out.  Soon an army of Central American troops banded together and kicked Walker out.  In fact the Anniversary of this battle is still celebrated in Costa Rica.

Walker decided to try his luck once more and with a force of men invaded Honduras.  This time his luck ran out.  The British had a colony next door called British Honduras (now Belize) and did not like Walker causing trouble.  So the Royal Navy seized Walker and turned him over the Honduran government who promptly had him shot.

It’s hard to imagine that men with such grandiose dreams once dared to act on these dreams and nearly got away with it.  How might the present look like if these empires had been allowed to flourish.

male vanity

Social media lives from the advertising revenue that they generate.  I can usually block most of it on my desktop or laptop but it comes straight through on my tablet and smartphone.  Ads for local businesses, for services, and for goods.  I try to ignore most of it.

Lately though they’ve been bombarding me with ads for hair restoration products and services.  Maybe it’s due to my age bracket or maybe their advertising algorithms are sophisticated enough to note my receding hairline on my profile picture.  Whatever the case may be, it finally made me curious enough to look into it.

I’ve known for a long time that it was genetically probable for my hairline to recede as it’s a prevalent condition for the men on both sides of my family. My nephews however seem to have escaped the curse so if I had a son he would have probably escaped this as well.

Oh well.

As I said I always figured it would be inevitable.  So I’ve pretty much expected it and learned to accept it.  My hair has never been all that important to me anyways.  I’ve always kept my hair trimmed short as it never looked good long.  Nowadays it looks even worse if I let it go for too long.  So I’ve learned to ask for the simple short back and sides and to trim up the top.  Other than that I really don’t care all that much about my hair.

When I was growing up hair restoration consisted mainly of elaborate toupees and wigs and very primitive hair transplant operations.  Minoxidil came along in the early 90s and gave limited but definite results.  All of these options were horrendously expensive and seemed impractical to me, so I ignored them.

Things in this field have changed in the last 20 years so I decided to do some independent research.

Firstly are wigs, weaves, and toupees.  Basically artificial covers for bald spots.  Some groups claim that they’re undetectable, some people snicker and say no hairpiece is ever totally undetectable.  I’ve seen ads and actual people and to me they look terrible.  They need regular maintenance and replacement and some say they actually promote balding, though they’re not too clear on how.

Next is surgery.  Transplants used to look horrendous, even in “successful” transplants back in the early days.  The technique has been refined and results do look better nowadays.  After some operations you will actually lose hair at first before it starts growing again.  The whole process can take between 6 months to a year.  And of course as it is a surgical procedure it is extremely expensive.

Then there are the drugs.  Minoxidil and Propecia.  Minoxidil seems to be the more widespread of the two.  The effects are limited.  I mean you won’t have flowing locks of hair sprouting overnight.  The effects usually take about 4 months to occur and you may actually lose some hair in the intervening time.  You will most likely get some results but they won’t be overwhelming.  The main problem however is that if you stop taking the drug then the effects wear off in a month or two.  So you’re stuck taking this for life.  I priced the drug and found that at best it would be $120 per year for life.

I look at my hairline in the mirror and see what I have left.  Not great but not the worst either.  All of this new information pretty much reinforces my previous belief that I am going to leave things as they are and let nature take its course.  Once my hairline recedes too far back I may even get rid of the rest and go totally bald.

I have more important things to worry about than this.

conspiracies I

Most people in the world see only the surface of events.  We can accept simple explanations of events and be satisfied and indeed most news is as reported.  The But throughout time there have been groups and individuals that have tried to change the course of events by acting in secret.  Then of course there are events that don’t seem to fall into a simple category and beg for a more elaborate explanation.  These are the conspiracies that I will address in this series.

So, lets start with some conspiracies that are actually real and did happen and later on we will discuss some more contemporary unproven conspiracies.

Lets start 400 years ago with the Guy Fawkes conspiracy.

At the beginning of the 17th century Britain was a religious powder keg.  Catholics and protestants were openly fighting and jockeying for power.  King James I had just ascended to the throne and angry Catholics plotted against him and the English parliament.  Feelings were still raw over the reign of Tudor Dynasty.

when James ascended to the throne there were immediately 2 plots to remove him and to put a catholic monarch on the throne.  Both plots failed and the Spanish became reluctant to continue plotting.  So the CIA was not the first spy agency to try to subvert a foreign government.

Oddly enough most of these plots failed due to the efforts of Francis Walsingham who ran Britain’s first intelligence service and who made current efforts by the NSA to intercept private communications look benign by comparison.

So we have a case of one spy agency trying to do some very unethical things aimed at removing a lawful ruler from power, being foiled by another spy agency doing some very unethical things concerning privacy rights to stop them.  weird.

Guy (or Guido) Fawkes was a catholic convert that along with the Wright brothers formed a plot to overthrow the government.  Guy had been a soldier in the continental religious wars and was an expert with explosives.

Fawkes appealed to the Spanish to invade England but got no support.  Along with the Wrights and Roger Catesby, he formed a plot to strike a shocking blow and force the Spanish to act.

They rented a building next to parliament and began mining a tunnel under parliament and got into the basement and filled it with explosives.  This was in the carefree days when one could dig mines in the middle of London for no reason at all and purchase large quantities of gunpowder.

One member of the group however (unknown to this day) wrote a friend, a Lord Monteagle, to stay away from parliament on November 5th.  This Lord was no fool and alerted the proper authorities.

Guards arrived just in time to see Guy with torch in hand about to blow up the building.  He was caught, tried, and basically tortured to death.

For years this event has been celebrated as Guy Fawkes day in Britain, and the more serious aspects of the event have been forgotten or glossed over.  Until its become almost a joke.

I have to wonder what history will make of the current round of religious wars sparked by 9/11.  Will we as a species gloss over, and forgive each other and look back on this as a series of misunderstandings or will we keep these wounds open and fresh.

rain

The storm comes on.  Steadily approaching the house.  I wait with anticipation.   You can tell when it’s going to be a good one.  Taste it in the air.  Rain, a good hard rain, has an earthy sharp smell.  I don’t need anything more than a whiff of that scent to know that it’s coming.

A steady patter at first.  The best storms build up slowly but surely over time.  I remember one Summer on the Outer banks of North Carolina.  A hurricane was coming in.  A near miss on the clean side of the storm.  Just a little category 1 so I knew I didn’t have much to worry.  I sat in a reclining couch with a glass of ice tea in the glass covered front porch of my grandparents house and just watched the storm roll in from the Atlantic over the next 3 hours.  Watched the waves rise out by the dock and the rain come down in sheets.  Somehow it was soothing watching it all.

The storm intensifies.  Distant thunder.  The old kids trick of counting between the lightning flash and the thunder. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 miss….  The next time I barely finish 2 Mississippi before the rumble.  Getting closer.  I see in my mind’s eye a Spring afternoon in New Mexico on top of a mountain with the rest of my scouting friends.  In the distance we could see the lightning strikes of a storm hit the ground.  We could track the storm’s progress as the lightning strikes got closer and closer.  We knew we had to hurry down off this bald mountain and find cover before it arrived.

The storm has arrived.  Lightning in its full glory with thunder accompanying it immediately.  The lights flicker on and off nervously.  Finally as a particularly close bolt lands they go totally off.  Lightning itself is purple when it’s up close.  Driving the back roads between College Station and Houston one Saturday morning.  Miles from anywhere.  No choice but to keep driving.  Literally no one around to ask for help or shelter.  Ahead of me a tree next to the road gets hit.  Less than twenty feet away.  My eyes are saturated by the brightness of the lightning bolt.  A purple after glow dances across my field of vision and I have to struggle to stay on the road.  Wonderstruck by how vivid it was. I don’t even remember the boom of the thunder.

The storm abates.  Somewhat sad to see something so mighty patter out into a measly drizzle.  So tame now compared to what it was moments ago.  Walking cross the polo fields of A&M trying to get home.  No car, no ride, no other way to get home but walk in the storm.  The driving rain lashing at my face stings.  It’s pitch black out.  The only light coming from the lightning.  In the distance the lightning makes all sorts of crazy patterns as it dances in the skies.  Thunder making everything shake.  Every inch of me soaked in rain.  Nothing for it but to put my head down and walk on.  As I get to my apartment complex the rain suddenly stops, the skies open up and a small shaft of sun comes through the clouds.  I have to stop and laugh.  All that drama for nothing.  If I’d waited half an hour I could have been dry right now.

 

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”                                      – Macbeth

 

unplugging

I’ve been noticing something lately.

The other day I was at my favorite writing cafe.  It was a nice Saturday afternoon and conditions seemed perfect for writing.  Yet the writing didn’t come.  This happens to every writer every once in a while.  It’s part of the territory and it’s nothing to stress over.  You just have to roll with it and use the time for some other purpose.

So I decided to spend the time thinking.  Yes, I know.  Thrilling.  But it’s necessary.  I have several plans and issues on my plate at the moment and some free time to contemplate all of these subjects is a real gift.

But just as I was about to get started…. beep.  A Facebook update, or a blue light on my phone indicating a tweet response, or a whistle indicating a text message or the ring of an email coming in.  Little things but they can wreck a thought process or stop it from ever starting.

So instead of thinking about all those other issues I started thinking about these distractions.  When was the last time I had truly been alone with my thoughts for a good long time without any of this coming in and butting in?

Oddly enough it was back in my bar hopping days.  Weird I know but way back when I used to go to clubs and bars I would go to some really loud place where I couldn’t hear my phone and just sit back in some shady corner booth and nurse a drink or two for a couple of hours.  It was like some sort of white noise that separated me from the world at large and really let me think.

Nowadays?  Running gives me a bit of a respite from the world but it’s maybe an hour?  hour and a half and half that time I’m keeping my eyes open trying not to trip up or get hit by a car.  Bedtime?  As soon as I crawl into bed I want to sleep so try as I might I can’t get a thought process going.

So why not just turn off the damn phone or tablet or whatever?  There’s always the fear that the second that you do you’ll miss a phone call or tweet or whatever that you need to answer right away.  Never works out that way…cept when it does.  The minute you turn it off, you know someone will be trying to get a hold of you.

That’s the curse of the instant communications era.  You know that you need to keep awake and aware and that fear robs you of that precious time that you need to think.

And I’m not the only one that this is happening to.  I’ve noticed other people complain about the exact same thing.  These little conveniences are robbing us of the time and opportunity to think.  We desperately need to get away from these things.  They seem to be so innocuous but they’re a real danger to a thinking person.

thoughts during a trip back home

 

Convention in Dallas

Convention in Dallas

I was driving home on a rainy Monday afternoon.  It was the last day of Comicpalooza 2014 and the rain seemed to have held off till the end of the convention but now it was full on raining.  As I hit the Montrose/Westheimer intersection traffic slowed to a crawl and it gave me plenty of time to reflect on not just this but all the conventions I had attended over the years.

Most of these conventions (cons) follow a pretty standard format.  They are usually 3 days long and tend to take place over a weekend when not much else is going on in the local area.  Comicpalooza is an exception in that this year it was a 4 day convention and it always takes place on the Memorial day weekend.  The scheduling couldn’t be helped.  Other conventions take place before and after in Dallas and these conventions try to not book on the same weekend if possible.

On the first day the die-hard fans, the professionals, and the artists prefer to show up.  Casual fans usually don’t show up on the first day or if they do they will come in limited numbers.  The crowds are light and those of us that are interested in getting to know the artists, performers, and to see all the merchandise on sale in the dealer’s room will usually make it a point to come in on that day.  I see old friends and go in to listen to the small professional panels.

The big stars that were invited to the con are usually out on Friday night touring the town with the convention committee or recovering from their trip.  In some ways this is the best part of the convention for me.

Saturday is almost always the big day.  If you ever do more than one convention you quickly learn how invaluable parking is.  You arrive early at the convention hall and pretty much stay all day long if possible otherwise you are forced to endlessly circle a parking lot or park miles away.

Long lines and waiting are the rule.  Lines for popular panels, lines for autographs, lines for food, lines for the bathroom.  Of course you can get VIP or privileged tickets to avoid lines but even these end up having lines.

In the smaller meeting rooms the real panels take place.  These panels are the professional panels.  Authors explain their writing process, artists discuss the current market and how best to network, people discuss the future of genres like comics, anime, books, and film.  They don’t have wide appeal but they are very important to small groups of creative types that want to know about these things.

In the main hallways little kids run around trying to see and do everything that they can.  Teenagers and young adults sit on the floor in corners looking over an autographed picture or discussing some TV show or movie or game that they all know.  Older people like me act like kids.

Some time around the middle of Saturday afternoon a real sense of community descends down upon the convention.  Attendees are more comfortable around all of these fellow conventioneers.  People in costume readily pose for pictures, impromptu debates erupt with everyone giving their opinions, someone in the crowd breaks out a guitar and starts singing the theme song to some TV show and complete strangers around him join along.

On Saturday evening come the big events.  Usually a local band will play, some sort of costume ball will take place, and some big movie will be screened later in the evening.  By this time in the night most of the kids have gone home and the hardcore party people will be out in force.  The bigger conventions will sell alcohol or someone might suggest the local hotel bar or nearby drinking establishment and people in costume will be wandering round the convention neighborhood, possibly inebriated but everyone is having a good time.  The really die-hard fans will camp out in the 24 hour a day anime TV room and basically fall asleep there.

Sunday and things are quickly winding down.  Everyone involved in the con from the fans, to the dealers, to the stars, to the volunteers (most of these conventions are run by volunteers) has given their all by this time and the enthusiasm that they had is pretty much gone.  The last few panels and sessions occur but no one is really into it.  You have a last chance to pick up some items in the dealer’s room and maybe hook up with that new friend you made while standing in line on Saturday but basically it’s all over.

By the early afternoon everyone is earnestly packing up and getting ready to leave.

I feel a slight wave of melancholy wash over me as things wind down.  Here is this wonderful bunch of folks that like all the stuff that I like and we’ve spent a couple of great days together and although you hope that it will continue on, it has to end.

So here we are stuck in traffic where things began.  It’s not all sad of course.  Overall I feel re-energized.  I’ve shared all the latest ideas, thoughts, concepts in fantasy, science fiction, pop culture, and general fiction.  I’ve gotten to talk to people with different perspectives, with radically different ideas.  People that have their own dreams and ambitions.  My mind courses with ideas, with new ambitions, and I find some things that have slept within me for a while begin to re-awaken.

I suppose that the main thing that these conventions give me is life.  They revive the youthful enthusiasm for my fiction writing.  They remind me of more carefree days.   They let me know that I am not alone and that my ideas may not be so odd after all.